Bumping Accident | Englot

Chapter 31

Charlotte's POV

[Mature content]

"I don't understand," she says, her voice tinged with nervousness.

"Let me show you, then."

I lean down and kiss her deeply, pressing my body against hers. One of my hands slips beneath her shirt, and she shivers as my cold fingers make contact with her warm skin.

"Can I take this off?" I gesture to her shirt. She nods but grabs my hand before I can do anything.

"Are you sure about this, love? We don't have to do anything."

"I should be the one saying that—you’re the virgin, after all." I smirk, and she pouts before swiftly flipping us so I'm now the one lying on my back.

"I asked you a question, beautiful." She's hovering over me now, and her usual dark brown eyes have turned almost black with desire.

"Yes, I've never been more sure of anything," I breathe out.

Engfa nods and removes her shirt, revealing a white sports bra. She eyes my shirt, and I nod for her to take it off.

"I need your words, cute eyes."

"Take my shirt off."

Without hesitation, she takes off my shirt. She hovers over me, lowering her body slightly. She lowers her head and begins kissing and sucking on my neck and collarbone. Her hand moves easily to my back, unhooking my bra but not taking it off.

"Stop me if you're uncomfortable with anything, okay?"

"Shut up and kiss me," I reply. The moment her lips meet mine, her tongue enters my mouth, and I moan loudly. She removes my bra, tossing it somewhere in the room.

Engfa leans back to admire my bare chest. "So beautiful," she murmurs. She positions herself between my legs, maintaining eye contact as she leans down to lick my erect nipple. I throw my head back, my body arching toward her.

She doesn't waste any time, taking one nipple into her mouth, sucking and tugging while massaging the other. She takes her time, giving attention to both, and I can feel frustration building inside me.

"Mmm-Engfa."

"Mhm?" she mumbles around my nipple, causing another moan to escape my lips.

"You're killing me—touch me, please," I plead. She releases my nipple with a pop and nods, quickly removing my pants. She looks at me before taking off my underwear, and I lift my hips to let her. She removes my underwear and begins kissing her way up my thighs. When she finally reaches my core, I tense up, but relax as soon as her tongue makes contact.

Her tongue traces my clit in random patterns, and I can't fight the urge to throw my head back when I feel her tongue entering me. My hand immediately goes to her head as she plunges in and out, my moans growing louder. Just as I feel close, she suddenly stops. She looks up, licking her lips, her eyes filled with lust.

"Can I use my fingers?" she asks.

"P-please."

I feel her fingers brush against my clit before she slowly inserts one.

"Fuck..." I moan loudly, my body arching off the bed, but she holds me down with her other hand. She starts pumping slowly in and out, quickly adding a second finger and increasing the pace.

"Oh... s-shit."

I'm so close, and she knows it. She brings her mouth back to my clit, sucking hard while her fingers move rapidly. I scream her name as I come in her mouth. She slows her movements, helping me ride out my high. She kisses her way up my body, and when she reaches my mouth, she kisses me hungrily. I moan at the taste of myself on her tongue.

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" I ask breathlessly. Not waiting for her response, I flip her onto her back. "My turn." I quickly remove her sports bra, pants, and underwear. "I'll go slow, okay?" She simply nods, pulling me down for a kiss.

"I trust you," she mutters against my lips. I lean back, taking in her fully naked body. The scars on her stomach are visible, some deeper than others. I trace them with my fingers, and she tenses up.

"Did you get these in Italy?" I ask.

"Mhm."

"What happened to you there?" I bend down to kiss each scar. She doesn't answer, and I let it go, deciding we’ll talk about it later.

I settle between her legs and spread them. "The same goes for you—stop me if anything is uncomfortable."

"Shut up and kiss me."

I smirk at her reply since it was the same one I gave. I insert one finger slowly, moving up to kiss her. She groans in discomfort. I let her adjust before starting to move slowly.

"F-faster," she pleads after a few minutes, and I happily comply. She starts moaning in my mouth, unable to kiss me back, so I let my lips hover over hers.

I add a second finger, moving down to take one of her nipples into my mouth. She lets out a loud moan, throwing her head back. I increase my pace, her moans growing louder.

"I'm c-close," she moans out.

"Come for me, sweetheart."

Her body trembles, and her back lifts off the bed. I slow my fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm. Her breathing is uneven, her head thrown back. I slowly slip out of her and kiss the tattoo on her stomach, then the one on her collarbone. Finally, I lie beside her, closing my eyes.

My fingers ache slightly from how tight she was, but I relish the fact that no one has touched her the way I just did.

We're both quiet, trying to catch our breath. After a few moments, she breaks the silence.

"I thought you said I should rest since I'm sick." My eyes are still closed, but I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Oh, shut up—you loved it."

"I did. That was amazing. Thank you for being my first," she says, kissing my nose, making me open my eyes and smile at her.

She lies back down, and I rest my head on her chest, her arms wrapping around me.

"I'm so tired. Let's go to sleep," she says, and I hum in agreement.

Engfa's breathing slows, but before she falls completely asleep, I call her name.

"Engfa."

"Hmm," she answers, half-asleep.

"Turn the lights off." She lazily lifts her hand and turns off the lights, leaving the bedside lamp on. "All of them." She opens her eyes, looking surprised.

"Are you sure?" she asks.

"Thank you."

"For what?" She looks confused.

"Thank you for making me feel safe again," I reply, causing her to smile from ear to ear and peck my lips. She turns around and switches off the lamp. I nestle back onto her chest, sighing in contentment.

She pulls the covers up, kissing my forehead. Just before sleep claims me, only one thought lingers in my mind: I'm in love with her